𝐽𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦, 𝐽𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦 • 𝐴𝑑𝑎𝑚 𝐵𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠

"What the hell's your problem?!"

Your P.O.V.

Our game against Iceland was today. I haven't seen Adam at all today since our almost-kiss. I met up with Ken in the lobby and the two of us made our way down to the ice rink. We didn't feel like waiting for the rest of the team.

We made jokes the whole way there. "Hey Vae?" I looked down to Ken. "Yeah?" I asked. "Thank you for being so nice to me since the day I got here. I'm usually not treated this well with new people and you've just been awesome." His words made me sad yet grateful that I never have and hopefully have to feel that way.

"Of course Ken. I'd do anything for you. You're awesome. I don't know how people don't see that though." I smiled at him which he kindly returned.

...

The team finished warm ups and we made our way onto the ice. Jesse was taking the face off and I was playing right wing, Fulton playing left. The puck was dropped and no one got control of it. Dean skated between the two boys and knocked over Gunner Stahl. The whistle was blown and the ref came up behind Dean, taking him by surprise which caused him to accidentally push the ref down. "You're out of the game. Let's go son." I heard the ref say.

Bombay put Ken on left, replacing Dean. The puck was dropped and Gunner immediately pushed down Jesse, passing the puck to a player behind him. The player who got the puck was right infront of Ken so his immediate reaction was to check him. After Ken know pushed him down, he managed to get the puck to Jesse who got it to me, resulting in me scoring.

The score was 1-0. But the fun was short lived. As I skated out from behind the goal, I felt the impact of a stick on my right knee. I fell to the ground, hurt. Everyone from the bleachers to the players on the ice yelled. I was cradling my knee in pain. I started to get up but my leg hurt really bad. Connie helped me up and was soon joined by the rest of the team. "Are you ok?" I heard Guy ask. "Yeah I'm fine I can still play." That was a lie. I was going to skate it off. No matter the cost. The player that hit me got two minutes in the box. Good enough.

I saw a bleach blonde hair player pointing at Ken and pulling on the corner of his eyes. His friends laughing and mimicking his actions. "Hey man what the hell!" I said, skating up to them, throwing my helmet onto the ice and shoving him backwards.

"Oh look a girl. I'm so scared. Why are you defending him. Are you dating?" That made his friends laugh. Before I knew what I was doing, I pulled my arm back and punched the boy straight into the nose. His nose was bleeding as he held it. "Intent injury. You're out of the game young lady. Let's go." A ref said, skating up to me. "See ya assholes" I said, picking up my helmet before the ref started guiding me away.

As I entered the locker room that I was escorted to, I heard something break. "I hate that team." I said as I took off my jersey and padding, looking to Dean. "What're you in here for?" Dean asked, looking up at me. "Some asshole was being racist to Ken. So I punched him in the nose. He's bleeding now." I smirked. Dean laughed. "That's my little bash sis." He said, rubbing my back.

I laid down on the examine bed for injured players and closed my eyes. "I'm going to sleep. Keep it down would ya?" I asked. I didn't think I would actually fall asleep but to my amusement, I did.

I was woken up by the sound of banging and chatter. I sat up, seeing the team in the locker room. "I'm assuming we lost?" I asked, Julie, who was right next to me. She nodded her head 'yes'. "12-2. 12-2. You know what word comes to mind when you think of that? Pathetic. You guys were brought here to play hockey." Bombay spoke.